At the other end of the base, two incredibly tired cadets sat in a very dark and spacious room a hundred meters below the surface.
Next to them was a mecha that looked substantially different from the training mecha elsewhere in the base. Its lines were curved, and every extremity ended in dangerous edges, including its fingers. It looked as though it was wholly designed to punch through the heaviest of defenses.
They looked menacing and dangerous.
One of the cadets tapped on their datapad, which displayed the schematics and stats for the mecha next to them.
He then opened up a console and started to hack into the mecha's operating system while his female partner stood watch.
It didn't take him much time to rewrite what
The action is about to go into overdrive, and this is the calm before the storm.
Sergeants Elyn and Akim roused their cadets once more with fervor. This time, no-one grumbled or dragged their feet. Instead, their eyes were filled with steely determination. All of their hard work and training boiled down to this. Hell Week had finally arrived, and they were all ready to face it. They hopped into their flightsuits and obediently followed the sergeants to the mecha bunkers. The cadets didn't rush things, nor did they take it easy. Instead, they took an even pace, determined to preserve their stamina as best they could. When they arrived, they stood in formation as the sergeants briefed them on their mission. "Cadets," said Sergeant Akim. "You all know why you're here. We are to participate in Hell Week
Eva and Chengli willingly went on the reconnaissance run, and even brought three cadets each. They didn't mind all that much that they were doing this, it was just that there were others who were more proficient at it. Although they were relatively well-versed in stealth and recon, Sunflower had practical military experience, and that was too valuable a resource to let sit. So they invited her to join them as a force multiplier. She quickly joined the team with three cadets of her own and offered her expertise whenever she could. The more they understood about the situation, the better their decisions could be, simple as that. The first thing they did was kick up a cloud of dust around themselves. They wanted to get a nice, thick layer of it to help keep them camouflaged. Whether or not this was helpful against d
The squad leaders and their cadets rushed off to their hangars as the alarm sounded around them. Eva and Chengli's squad immediately got into their mecha, powered on, and readied up. They equipped their weapons and got into formation very rapidly. The two sergeants watched proudly as the cadets rushed to prep for their sortie. To them, it really wasn't all that long ago that they first saw them. They were soft and weak and could barely fly. Now they were ready to soar. "I want three wings," ordered Chengli. "Spears with Eva, rifles with me. The third wing: repair and resupply. Each unit in the repair wing needs a spear and a rifle protecting them." "Yessir!" replied the squad. This split up all the squads into three equa
Although everyone was on high alert, no other attacks happened after that. Everyone quickly regrouped and reorganized their defenses while Eva and Chengli's squadron stood down to repair and resupply. All the squad leaders headed into the command tent where Grizz and his lackeys were playing around with the holo-table. Their lackadaisical faces made it apparent that they didn't have a care in the world. Grizz watched the squad leaders as they came into the tent uninvited, and frowned deeply. One of the things he hated the most was to get interrupted while he was busy. His work was too important to set aside so casually! At least, that's what he loved to say. "What're all of you doing?" he asked. The squad leaders took th
DING! All the squad leaders' DIs notified them of an incoming message. It was labeled high priority, and was sent directly from base commander Riddell's desk. Some trembled as they opened it. --- OBJECTIVE UPDATE: Primary Objective: Survive Hell Week. The previous objective, Neutralize Primary Enemy Position, is remanded to a secondary objective, and no longer mandatory for operational success. --- The squad leaders breathed a sigh of relief. They felt they could face Hell Week a little easier, without having the pressure of launching any offensives. But Eva shook her head in disagreement.
After the infiltration was completed, both wings went back to the encampment so that Jackal could report on his wing's findings. He presented the data to the rest of the squad leaders unedited and unfiltered. He sent them all the raw information, from the recorded feed to their sensor readouts to their speculations. At the same time, he projected his raw feed on one of the walls to help them visualize what they were reviewing over their DIs. Eva watched their faces as they went through the intel. Their facial expressions grew from surprised to alarmed to afraid to depressed. Of course they would. Anyone who had seen the total number of enemy mecha would have done the exact same. The room sat in silence for some time. They all needed to process the information in front of them. No-one knew where to begin.
Squadrons Nightraven and Thunderbird raced towards the enemy base, determined to cause as much damage as they possibly could. If Grizz was going to sacrifice himself and his squadron, then they were going to use the time wisely. Sunflower popped up on their comms display. "Just please get Grizz' squadron out of there," she pleaded. Eva grimaced, but agreed. Grizz was an idiot through and through. She would have happily left him and his squadron to their demise. But Sunflower had been an incredible friend to her, and she wasn't just going to throw that away out of spite. Without a doubt, if she had ignored Sunflower, it would have been devastating for their friendship. "We'll save who we can, don't worry."
When they arrived back at the encampment, the wounded were immediately taken into the field hospital. It was a small heavily reinforced building next to the encampment, where experienced medical staffers from the training yard had posted up. A team of doctors, nurses, and orderlies quickly got into action as they took in nearly a couple dozen wounded. Many of whom had suffered concussions and contusions, while some were struck with broken bones and fractured skulls. All of them were traumatized, and the psychologists did their best to ease their minds. They couldn't shake the fear the armored mecha had caused when they tore them apart. They felt helpless against a strength of that magnitude, and their confidence crumbled under such a heavy weight. Most eventually rec